"He's perfect." 

One. The amount of times Seungri has been stabbed in the chest so far in this conversation. He forces a smile hoping Jiyong can't tell.

"Even when things are tough, I know he'll always be there."

Two. Another blow, harder than the first. Seungri wondered how much longer he could last listening to this. Well, pretend he is listening to this. He forces a smile, nodding this time.

"He always takes care of me. He is perfect."

Three. The worst of the lot. Seungri always took care of him, checked up on him regularly like it was his job. Jiyong never really seemed to notice. Well maybe he did, just didn't appreciate it.

"Did I tell you we're engaged?" Jiyong's eyes sparkled almost as much as the ring on his finger.

Four. The last and final blow. The blow that shattered Lee Seunghyun's heart. The blow that caused that faint light of hope to fall into the darkness. Never to be seen again. The end to Seungri's little pathetic fantasies of spending the rest of his life with the man in front of him. Four blows.

"Are you even listening to me?" 

"I always do."